Watcher of movies. Hoarder of Blu-rays. Drinker of tea. Live from Chicago.
Jack Eason
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It's a movie I do vaguely remember existing back in the day, although I know I never saw it. Have never heard any reference to it since.
Phew, Dick Tracy's nearly filled the 750-seater auditorium. The people, they yearn for the auteur stylings of Warren Beatty (and Madonna pre-show).
This truly is Messi's tournament and we're all just hanging out watching. The way he got the ball under control from a bad pass before making that last assault. It's not normal.
